Posts from the ‘Birds’ Category

The U.S. Clean Water Act was inspired in part by the Blackstone River, which runs from Worcester, Massachusetts to Providence, Rhode Island. It was really the home of the industrial revolution in the U.S. because of the 500 foot drop in the River’s elevation between Worcester and Providence. It was dammed no less than 49 times along the way, to create water wheels and power for the many, many mills that began to populate the region in the early 1800’s. That was a long time ago of course and the mills have largely disappeared, chasing cheaper labor first to the south, and then globally. Meanwhile, the River, which was once known as the hardest working river in the U.S. became known as the most polluted. Keep in mind that the Clean Water Act was signed into law by a Republican President. There were other equally polluted rivers of course, but the Blackstone was up there.

Things can change. Out in the River, “rebranded” the Seekonk River at this location for some reason, just south of Pawtucket, Rhode Island, with the RiverTours Blackstone (highly recommended by the way, hit the link if you’re interested) we could see evidence of the change all around us……fish and lots of them. Hard to see at first because of the sand stirred up by the boat, and the fact that I didn’t have a polarizing lens with me to cut down the glare in the water, but they were there.

Their relative invisibility however, was also defensively useful. They were far from alone. The bird activity was intense and impressive. I’m not a bird photographer, but though I’d share a few examples.

The fish now face the challengers that they have always faced, as it should be (I’d include fishermen and women on that list as well, but not yet. You’re not supposed to eat fish from the River, yet.)

During these extraordinarily difficult times I think it’s very important to keep in mind a few successes. We can make things better, if we care to. The Blackstone River is getting cleaner.

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It is very hard if you’re out in nature in New England on a routine basis to not develop a fascination with herons. These wonderfully large and patient birds are actually quite easy to photograph. Working stiffs, they only get annoyed with you if you get so close that you screw with their fishing. Can’t say that I blame them. Their markings and scars give each bird a distinctive purpose. For whatever reason, it has been a great year for heron along the Blackstone River. I thought I share a few environmental and reflective portraits as the season wanes.

Blackstone River Heritage Park, Upton, Massachusetts

Blackstone Valley Bicycle Path, Millbury, Massachusetts

Woonsocket Falls, Woonsocket, Rhode Island

Blackstone Valley Bicycle Path, Millbury, Massachusetts

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Last week I posted a series of images of the water flow at the South Natick Dam, along the Charles in Natick, Massachusetts. Using long exposure techniques I’ve enjoyed studying the way the water flows around its various obstructions. My interest in the water, and enjoyment of being at the water is hardly new or unique of course. The flow of water has been providing sustenance and soothing to humanity for as long as we’ve been here (though it doesn’t seem to help us much in weeks like this one). Focus on water is of course also not unique to humans. I was reminded of this recently while continuing to photograph here.

Of course this fellow does it for a living. Note that these are long exposures. But he’s not moving. Those who photograph wildlife routinely will generally confirm that wild animals never actually stand still. They may be quite, but not still. He’s staring at the water and continued to do so for a good 20 minutes. He then changed positions and continued his focused attention. A young couple nearby struck up a conversation and reminded me that he’s doing that because he has to. We listen to the water because we like it. How did it all start? We’ll see this fellow again soon.

Technical note: These images were shot on film, TMAX 100 and Pan F 50. Both are wonderful films, still available. There is very little grain visible except under a magnifying glass. I sometimes shoot with film just to make me think about things in a more contemplative fashion. I found it most helpful here.

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I’ve made it clear in the past that I am no wildlife photographer. The hours are terrible. The equipment required weighs even more than mine. Perhaps even more daunting, there has been so much good wildlife photography out there for so long that I’m not sure I’d ever have anything to add. I have had some luck creating fine art imagery that involves birds, but have not devoted sufficient time to pursuing that area. I do enjoy seeing wildlife though. It says something about the state of nature and the land, subjects in which I am quite interested. In general, the presence of wildlife suggests I think that we’re doing something right and that at least something from nature hasn’t bee obliterated by our footprints. The later point though is always subject to change but I’ll save that rant for another day.

The Outer Banks and the area of eastern North Carolina that lies to on the western side of Croatan Sound is inhabited by a surprisingly wide array of wildlife species and I thought that some of you might enjoy seeing some of the associated imagery. This is shared purely in the interest of fun, with a bit of education thrown in. Art this is not, as you will quickly see, though some of the images, as usual of birds, are I think worthwhile. When to begin? Large to small I think.

Just over the bridges from Manteo to the mainland and eastern North Carolina you’ll find the Alligator River National Wildlife Refuge, a fascinating place. We asked one of the volunteers at the Refuge Visiting Center in Manteo the best location for seeing some bears. He pointed us in that direction, and we were not disappointed. We arrived there at about 5:30 in the evening, just before sunset. As you probably know, most bears are off duty during the middle of the day. This one was just punching in. Here’s looking at you kid.

One can’t help but be impressed with their size. There was an article in the Boston Globe this past Sunday, page one, discussing the fast growing population of black bears throughout New England and particularly in Massachusetts. After reading the article I could only conclude that it is just a matter of time before we confront a bear at the Quabbin Reservoir. Did I mention how big they are? They are big. Of note, there are supposedly no bears actually on the Outer Banks or in Manteo. It would be a very long swim, even for highly aquatic bears.

There is a second, smaller mammal of interest, the Nutria. These little guys can be found under the docks. I saw several, but only had my camera this time. This is not a great shot, my apologies.

We have to then get to my favorite, the birds. The White Egret. These are hardly unique to this area but they are still so interesting to watch, we spent a fair amount of time doing just that.

We had so many encounters with Egrets that I actually had a chance to create a video about one fishing. This is a very short video, just over a minute, but you may find it interesting. Make sure you view it in HD.

Ospry are quite welcome throughout eastern North Carolina. Indeed, power poles and taller moorings often have a platform on which they can build their nests. They can often be seen this time of your hunting and fishing to feed their offspring. They fish at top speed just feet off the ground.

Ospry mate for life and live for quite a few years. They return to their nests year after year. This nest is in the water just off of Nags Head, behind Basnight’s Restaurant, a famous location. You can eat dinner and watch them feed. The Outer Banks are of course subject to horrific storms. Several years back, this family’s nest was destroyed. With a bit of human assistance however, the nest was rebuilt and the family returned.

In terms of size ranking, or sizish ranking I really should say since I’ve not strictly adhered to that protocol, we should probably raise the issue that would even make Indiana Jones anxious, “snakes, why did it have to be snakes?” They seemed to be everywhere on this trip, far more that we’d ever seen. I do not know the reason.

Want to know what snakes eat, at least some of the time?

As it turns out, other snakes. I would guess that the winner in this contest didn’t start out that much bigger than the loser. Some of these snakes are quite poisonous as it turns out, though I was never able to find out for sure if this one was.

The bird population stands out as I said. From Cape Hatteras to inland, the variety of size, shape, color, attitude and behavior seems endless. My best bet is that this is King Snake though the markings are quite right.

Yes, even the gulls have an appeal, though perhaps less so to the farmers.

Last but certainly not least to those who love them, we need to thank the custodians of the beach, the folks who keep it clean.

So just a brief amateur’s overview. It is hard not to be grateful though for what the presence of so much wildlife means for the environment. Yes, much has been lost, but not all.

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(There are quite a few images in this post. If you find that some seem to be missing, hit the refresh on your browser. Some have to do it a couple of times to get the images to load properly. Sorry about that!)

I have been thinking about urban nature for a number of years now, trying to understand why it so frequently surprises me. You see species where you least expect it. You see beauty where no one intended it (of course, that’s just like actual nature). Changes in the light, weather, time of year, etc. can all create a drastically different experience. But the later, like much of nature, is actually quite predictable. Nature works by a fairly clear set of principals, albeit complex ones. You can predict with some degree of success a lot of what you’ll see (except the weather of course) based on those principals. They are well understood. When nature surprises us, it is often, though not always, because we just don’t understand it. When humans surprise us on the other hand, well that’s just another day at the office. So, my wife and I are heading home from the morning walk when, in our driveway, we see this fellow.

Seriously. Are you kidding me? Check out the beautiful colors and check out the talions. Oh, and this bird, wants to come right at you.

I am, at this stage, very surprised and uncertain how to proceed as we all were. (Our neighbors actually were the first on scene.) Were we in some kind of danger? Look at those feet! I made the assumption, turns out correctly, that this bird had somehow flown the coop and is domesticated. A quick e-mail to Molly and Lou, the professional biologists in the family, and we had an ID. This is a Silver Pheasant. Was it some rare bird? A few more googles revealed, you guessed it, you can buy a pair online at Efoul.com (you can’t make this up) for the sum of $99.00. Were we in danger if the bird actually came right up to us? We were probably only in danger of being kissed. That bird had bonded with people somewhere who lost this wonderful creature, or tried to make sure the creature was lost. This was an unpleasant surprise. We were all very concerned about the bird, who unfortunately ran off not to be seen again. We didn’t know who to call. The Dog officer? In a big city, I’m guessing no. Turns out that there are people around who do know what to do, so we’re ready to swing into gear should we have another sighting. Why in the name of whoever would someone have an animal like this in the city? Pretty random as they say.

We humans inflect a level of randomness on the world, with which nature most contend. One of my favorite locations for observing human randomness and natural reality is the Blackstone Valley Trail that runs under Route 146 in Worcester, Massachusetts. There you see humanity (the underbelly of it) and nature coming face to face. The results can be startling interesting, much like our Silver Pheasant.

For those who do not know, the Blackstone River was once a major navigable connection between Worcester and Providence, Rhode Island. In fact, a Canal based on the River was built in the early 1800’s to promote commerce. The railroad, however, quickly made the Canal irrelevant. Route 146 was ultimately built between the two cities and upgraded considerably over the past decade. In the process of rehabbing the road, the Commonwealth, wisely, created a wonderful path for hiking and biking. Nature has reclaimed quite a bit of territory and the River still flows. However, it flows underneath a busy superhighway, next to a major rail line, in the middle of a big city. There is all manner of human activity around this small oasis. What we see is the interaction of all that, and while beautiful, is anything but pristine for the most part.

As anyone who follows nature knows, it’s a tough world. Animals and plants fight for their survival everyday. Of course, billions of people do as well. Perhaps we’ll never know what happened to our Pheasant friend. We’d like to think that his owner actually tracked him down and that he’s safe at home. Perhaps.

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Welcome to the environmental photography and sustainability blog of James M. Hunt. Chris, my wife, and I care deeply about our natural environment and in particular those places, beings and phenomena that may not get the attention that they deserve, in spite of their importance. Since the places we tend to frequent may receive a bit less attention, we're often engaged in a process of discovery ourselves. We'll let you know here something of what we learn along the way. Thanks for taking the time to join us.

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